Su Yi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant City of the Lost.0

The city walls were pitch black, as if they’d been formed out of ink, and they extended seemingly without end. There was no way of knowing how enormous the city really was.0

Blood-red thunderclouds churned and interwove above the city walls, but strangely, there wasn’t even the barest hint of thunder. 0

It was just as Su Yi remembered. Despite the passage of countless years, the ancient and mysterious city hadn’t changed much at all.0

Alas, back then, Wang Ye never actually went inside. He had no idea how many strange perils lurked behind those walls.0

Su Yi saw the woman in the conical hat’s predicament clearly, but he could also tell that she had some sort of treasure Ol’ Fiend Thunder and the others were dead set on acquiring. No matter how ruthless they were, they dared not attack her lightly.0

“Young man, we set aside all that earlier unpleasantness and brought you two with us. Don’t you think you ought to show your appreciation?” Ol’ Fiend Thunder suddenly fixed his cold gaze upon them.0

Wu Lingchong’s heart clenched as he realized that the False God planned to endure no longer. He was casting aside all pretenses of cordiality!0

“Oh?”...0